It has been dry here for weeks, and everything is drooping – including us.  Last night the moon was coloured by the dust haze in the dry air.  I went out with the dog and was hit by the brightness of the moonlight.  Unfortunately my photographic skills are not yet good enough with these shots and the moon just showed as a big white blob…

hunters’ moon
blood red on the horizon
nothing moves

You can see there are clouds building – and this morning we have some gentle rain.


… I’m not around much at the moment.  Thought you might like this photo:

and a little poem I wrote after seeing my license reapplication form.  Gob-smacked.

at a certain age
we are called upon
to renew our driver’s license

and bureaucracy
must sacrifice some trees
for their beloved forms

mainly straightforward
until I am asked to tick
male, female, or indeterminate

I ask you, at 75
I should have decided
what sex I am
by now…